The reborn soft empress only wants to hug her thighs

Chapter 231
This guess made Luo Chuchu feel a strong sense of guilt, she rubbed her cuffs uneasily, and finally returned all the evidence to Shi Huaishan.

"I'll tell Yan Wenmao." Luo Chuchu put the token back in Shi Huaishan's hands, "You take this, and if there is anything to do later, you can enter the palace like today."

Shi Huaishan took back the token again, took a deep look at Luo Chuchu, and seemed to have a thousand words to say, but the words rolled down his throat, but stopped again.

"Your Majesty... take care."

Luo Chuchu nodded, turned his attention to the government, and said: "The court has been in turmoil recently, and some official positions have become vacant. If you have the ability, you can fight for it."

Shi Huaishan said: "I understand."

After Shi Huaishan left the palace, Luo Chuchu hesitated for a while, and finally took Song Zhiyue and several other court ladies and walked out of Qifeng Palace.

I haven't seen Yan Wenmao for several days. Although there is an amulet given by Sikong Jin, nothing happened to her, but the people who used to accompany her to eat and discuss political affairs no longer appear, so it is inevitable that she will feel empty.

When she went to Panlong Palace to find Yan Wenmao, Yan Wenmao had also received the news that Shi Huaishan had entered the palace.

But after not seeing each other for a few days, Shi Huaishan seized the opportunity to enter the palace to meet Luo Chuchu.Is he better than him?

Yan Wenmao sneered.

Shi Huaishan... If it wasn't for Luo Chuchu's face, he would have sent him to see Huang Quan's Shi family.

Luo Chuchu must be getting along with Shi Huaishan happily at this time, without his company, there will always be other people.

The soreness in my heart could not be suppressed no matter what, and the appetite that had been reduced due to the unbearable pain was almost nonexistent.

"There is no need for dinner today."

The little eunuch didn't dare to persuade him, so he could only bend down and leave the room.

Not long after he came in again, Yan Wenmao frowned and looked at him.

"Chitose, Your Majesty is here."

Yan Wenmao clenched his palm subconsciously, and then let it go as if nothing had happened: "Got it."

Standing in front of several young eunuchs, Luo Chuchu smelled the fragrance of vegetables in the food box, and asked casually, "Have Master Yan eaten?"

"Return to Your Majesty, Chitose hasn't been summoned yet." The little eunuch didn't dare to say more.

"Then why are you still standing here? Just send it in." Luo Chuchu asked doubtfully.

"..."

The little eunuch who just went in to report came out, and said to Luo Chuchu: "Please come in, Your Majesty."

Luo Chuchu lifted the hem of her skirt, stepped over the high threshold, and entered the room.

It was getting late, but for some reason there were no candles lit in the room, it was only illuminated by the skylight, and it was dark.

"Master Yan, why don't you light candles, how can you eat in the dark..." Luo Chuchu complained.

She subconsciously treated Yan Wenmao with the same attitude she had before.

Taking the candle from the little eunuch's hand, he lit three more candlesticks to brighten the room, and Luo Chuchu was satisfied with it.

She turned around and looked in surprise, "Master Yan, what's wrong with you?"

In the dark room, there was still a black hat covering his face. The more he looked at it, the more he looked like the villain in a TV drama.

Luo Chuchu thought about the tragedy reported by Shi Huaishan, and put his mentality in order, and couldn't help saying: "Master Yan, you don't have to cover up so tightly when eating, take off the bamboo hat."

After she finished speaking, she didn't get any answer from Yan Wenmao, and Yan Wenmao didn't move either.

Luo Chuchu frowned, and said, "Could it be that you have some kind of illness that caused a rash on your face?"

Hearing her guess, Yan Wenmao turned his head to the other side, but didn't answer.

The more I looked at it, the more I felt that there was something wrong with Yan Wenmao. Various plots flashed through Luo Chuchu's mind, and he even suspected that the person in front of him was not Yan Wenmao, but a substitute from somewhere. Otherwise, why would he not show his face or even say a word?

The more she thought about it, the more suspicious she became, so she stopped fiddling with the candlestick, went straight to Yan Wenmao's side, and reached out to grab the edge of the bamboo hat.

A large hand grasped her wrist.

Luo Chuchu made a move, but didn't move away.

"What's wrong with you?"

Yan Wenmao is right, but why can't even she look at him?Yan Wenmao is not a woman from a certain area, so why is she covered so tightly?
"Release!" Luo Chuchu frowned and said with some anger.

Still didn't let go.

"Your Majesty, don't make trouble."

It seemed that he had a bad cold, Yan Wenmao's voice was lower than before, hoarse and deep.

"What's wrong with you? Is there anything you can't say?" Luo Chuchu relaxed his brows slightly when he heard him speak.

"If the illness has not recovered, take medicine and rest well. Don't read the scriptures so desperately, or you will never recover."

It turned out that it was because of a bad cold that I didn't want to let her touch it, which made sense.

Since Yan Wenmao didn't want to infect her, Luo Chuchu also gave up the idea of ​​lifting the hat, and gently got rid of Yan Wenmao's hand, and came to the table.

Open the food box, and the aroma of the food comes out.

"I heard from them that you haven't eaten yet. Now it's time for dinner. If you are sick, you should eat well."

Luo Chuchu picked out a few dishes that he thought were not bad, and gave Yan Wenmao another bowl of rice.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

It was still a hoarse voice.

"Take some Chuanbei Pipa Gao or something while taking the medicine. Judging from your voice, you are quite sick." Luo Chuchu worried.

Yan Wenmao didn't answer.

Luo Chuchu looked at the dishes, then at Yan Wenmao, who was motionless, and realized that he probably wanted to eat after he left.

"Then I won't disturb you."

Walking to the door, Luo Chuchu secretly sighed, without looking back, and said softly:

"If the military expenses are enough, the methods of treating them should not be so cruel."

Yan Wenmao was still sick, Luo Chuchu was unwilling to speak harshly to him.

Still not waiting for Yan Wenmao's answer, Luo Chuchu didn't force it, and went back to the palace with Song Zhiyue and others.

The door was open, and the cold wind was blowing in from the outside. The little eunuch closed the door carefully.

Seeing that Yan Wenmao didn't move anything on the table, he asked in a low voice, "Qiantui, do you want to remove the things?"

"No need..." Yan Wenmao seemed to be enduring something, "Go down."

When the door was closed again, Yan Wenmao waved the bamboo hat on his head to the ground, his face was pale and dripping with cold sweat.

The pain happened from time to time, but it just happened to happen again when Luo Chuchu came. Yan Wenmao spent all his strength to barely show the clues.

The pain in the bone marrow combined with the itching of the growing body is like thousands of bone-scraping steel knives cutting the bones, and it is like countless insects and ants gnawing on the flesh and blood. It is already very difficult to restrain the pain, let alone To speak normally.

……

Luo Chuchu walked back to Qifeng Palace and stopped at the door.

She still felt something was wrong.

Raising her hand, she stared at the faint red on her wrist.

Since the relationship between the two got better, Yan Wenmao paid great attention to controlling her strength when pulling her, so that she would not pinch her at all, let alone leave traces.

what is it today?
(End of this chapter)